Lost world of words

Evening is still young

Sun has not gone home yet

Even as the clouds try to cover

The sky with its massive blanket

Rays of light over shadows it

With tinge of silvery brightness

I am alone waiting for night

To see the stars again

To throw dreams

At them

As I lost my way

Somewhere

I want to ask

For guiding lights

To open up new paths

Towards a lost world

Of words where I weaved

The canvas of imagination

To paint my words

With unseen colors

And spread splashes of joy

To those who might read one day

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